Poetry

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Depressed?

The hurt of our depression
is not just the painful fact
that all our good life is gone,
but even much worse seeing
that crappy bad life enjoying
ripping our remaining life apart.

The sorrow of our depression
are those malicious lies ruling
twisting us into an abomination
time and again those nasty lies
dumping us in that desolate pit
always bringing us desolation.

The hopelessness of depression
always floods fully throughout us
when we are utterly overwhelmed
by the darkness pressing us down
us deep into that black hole smiting
with us feeling lonely and forsaken.

The way out of deepest depression
is to persist to lovingly love yourself
away from the loveless lies hurting,
entering back in God's Loving Truth,
ruling Christ's Good Life from Above.

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